Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.